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Wednesday, June 14, 2017

IN THIS HOTEL - lyrics - and comments

I wrote this song when we drove into Mexico one time... Didn't see many road signs... saw a bar, a Hotel with a cantina called "THE CRYSTAL MOON SALOON"...and just downstairs from this small 3-story white hotel is a big patio and bar/ cantina on the sea... Then this song takes over... Vocals by W.G Milne, lyrical lead guitar by Peter Rowland. This is one of my favorite songs, period! Even if I did write it, I love Peter's playing on this one.as his solos drift in between the verses (C) 1996-2016 by W.G.Milne. Peter Rowland did most of the musical production in the song.

Now we enter the song musically, with our ears we drift into a different landscape, that place where songs live - in the imagination and the unconscious heart... "And in the cantina Music plays And laughing signorina knows No other place.""In this hotelThe night is quite interestingThe doorman has lost the keysI can't get no reliefAnd I, I've lost the travel mapThe driver's drunkHe takes a napUnder the treesAh, the walls are whiteOutside... is no lightWe can keep"The song unfolds like a dream... the intervals in whichthe lead guitar is soaring, singing, is the music of a dream.And the spaces between verses are not equal in length.... The verses, themselves, vary in length and the numberof the lines... drifting in and out of consciousness, like the sound of the sea just below the cantina. The song enters and leaves the mind with the feeling of a dream... or the feel of being on the nod on a very good drug... where the land of sleep and dreams is never far off - the twilight world is here - that lives between sleeping and waking... the dream land, the land of origins, the land of the soul... the land of hot music.

"As I lie here...Oh, I had such dreams -Of what you are and what you were to me...And the music plays... ... In the cantina That is like no other place.""In the dawn the birds are signingAnd I hear you gently breatheIn the walls the steeple bells are ringingNow there's no need to leave"long instru"In this hotel, whose name I can't recallI lost the keys, I lost them allI had with meI've lost my travel mapMy driver's drunkHe takes a napUnder the treesAnd signorina...Comes to lie with me,Just as your daughter leavesAround midnightIn this hotel..."

Instru"As I lie hereOh, I have such dreams...What you are and what you were to meAnd the music plays...""In the cantina...That is like no other place..."Instru (short vocal wail)In this hotelWhose name I can't recallI lost the keys, I lost it allI had with meI've lost my travel mapMy driver's drunk, he takes a napUnder the treesIn the dawn the birds are singingAnd I hear you gently breatheIn the walls the steeple bells are ringingNow there's no need to leaveinstruThe night is quite interesting...The doorman has lost the keys Can't get no reliefOh in the cantina...Music playsAnd laughing signorinaShe knows no other placeIn this hotelWhose name I can't recallI lost the keysI lost it allI had with me"(Vocal drift-wail...refrain, no words)And signorinaComes to lie with meJust as your daughter leavesAs the waves go,Oh as the waves go..."(Song slowly rides into the sunseton the waves of thissoaring lead guitar...)Song sends up being a beautiful wave and blendof vocal and lead guitar virtuosity.You must understand - we hadn't rehearsed this song, not even once... so when a chord change jumped up suddenly, I had to adapt instantly and change the tenure of each word. If we had rehearsed it, we probably wouldn't have done it this well. Sometimes it's best to let the Graces take you blindfolded into the fray.I'm gonna pretend I planned the whole performance this way!(Song cut a bit short).(C)2000-2017 by W.G. Milne and John Rock Corporation All rights reserved.

About Me

As years go by, there are more and more things I find not to do. Silence is essential, and loud music from time to time.Born in North Bay, Ontario, I grew up in Jamaica, West Indies, in the Parish of St. Ann. Now back up north, spend time in hut on cliff top, paddling a light canoe, when available

I'm going to do some singing on stage again, name - John Rock and the Angels put out a CD called, "It;s So Serious!" Have to re-master. Now doing CD "Wild Kingdom - A Johnny Rock Retrospective" (double disc)I'm learning how to digitize hundreds of live performance tapes.

My primary concern at the moment isincluding videos for my, "Songs That Cook" feature. And sprucing up recordings from my stage performances, so I can list musicians playing on each track, some of whom have died or gone crazy. Working with various John Rock bands can be mad fun and stressful.Hell, life is stressful. Being an animal in the forest is stressful. Singing and playing rhythms on stage with a group of talented people, that's a joy. When the music becomes one with the audience, that's an even greater joy - that's damn close to heaven on earth.I'm working with over ten diffferent manuscripts - parts of some of them are on amazon.com/kindle and ebooks. These books tend to be serials with chapters being added as I write them.I write erotic and fetish literature as Walker Ballantine (none published so far but coming soon)...Wait! "Stories From The Female Orgasm Clinic" is a Tumblr blog.I write spiritual and realization (foundation experience) tracts - some are published on amazon.comunder the title, "Most Ancient Gospel Found Anew, The Second Coming of Christ; I think some people think I'm a freak because I have had experiences that convinced me that the One Who Is Creating Us is conscious.I write "WAIT-A-BIT! Tales of Isolation and Panic. Moonshine Sketches of a Pickled Town" These are stories about the north that I find funny.There's nothing funnier than seeing a mankicking something in the throes of a tantrum... or the moment he realizes he's screwed because he's landed in the middle of the wilderness -nowhere -and he can't get out and he's hearing tales of animal attacks. And I write plenty more, for example, myBlogger blogs. One of my favourites is "The Whip and the Cross" which speaks of the split between the spirit and the flesh in the human psyche.O.K. Now I'm starting to bore myselfand I'm probably boring you also. So for now,enough is enough!